I'M LIKE A TRASHCAN, HOLDING ALL THE INFORMATION

Words escape me.

I’m guessing prices are based on the size of the surface area.

Don’t ask me how the dancing fits in with the waxing. I have too many disturbing images swimming around in my head right now.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go stick my head in a microwave oven.

I arrive at 7 p.m. sharp, just as the email requested.
A knock at the door, and I stand there in nervous silence, shifting my weight from one leg to the other. My heart’s pounding. What is this all about, anyway?
The door opens. It’s a slender, balding stranger in a black turtleneck, black pants and black [...]